"I didn't see anything," Shen Heyu withdrew her gaze and looked discontentedly at the man beside her, not understanding why this man always acted this way. Simply because she looked at others a bit more, he had to make a remark.
Pei Yansi observed her face for a long while, "It's best that way."
After that, he pulled over a chair and sat beside Lu Yi's hospital bed. He quietly looked at Lu Yi's face, which was severely pale, and his chapped lips appeared lifeless.
He frowned, darkly thinking that this man was already lying here, clearly not in life-threatening danger, yet still dragging down Shen Heyu's pace.
Shen Heyu didn't know what he was thinking; she also pulled over another chair and sat beside Lu Yi, then reached for the chicken soup on the bedside table, muttering to herself, "He still hasn't awakened; this is probably going to be wasted."
Pei Yansi glanced at her and did not reply.
